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This is such a clear naming of the moment self-abandonment becomes indistinguishable from being “good.”

The line that really stayed with me is:

“I didn’t call it self-abandonment then. I called it marriage.”

Yes.

And I think that is the trap.

Not just being generous.

Not just being thoughtful.

Not just being a good wife, good mother, good woman.

But learning to disappear inside the role and then being praised for the disappearance.

Especially around sex.

Because there is a particular kind of grief in realizing your body became part of the service role.

Available.

Pleasant.

Low-maintenance.

Considerate.

Not because desire was present.

Not because connection was alive.

But because saying yes felt like what a good wife did.

That is not just a mindset.

It is often a habit built around a nervous system imprint.

The body has learned:

If I have needs, I may become too much.

If I disappoint him, I may lose safety.

If I say no, I may become selfish.

If I want something different, I may be a bad wife.

If I stop accommodating, I may not be loved.

So the habits form around the imprint.

Anticipating.

Softening.

Performing ease.

Not asking.

Not needing.

Being sexually available while quietly leaving the body.

That nervous system imprint can resolve.

And when it does, generosity does not have to mean disappearance.

Kindness does not have to mean self-erasure.

Sexual availability does not have to replace desire.

And being good no longer has to cost a woman access to herself.

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